She spent the summer in Chicago

Spent the winter in L.A.

She can run faster than a river

Sometimes I still hear her say:



You can always be gone, but you can't always make the ride go on and on

You can always drive fast, but you can't always make the long drive last



She fell in love in Colorado

Drove out West to see the bay

I feel sorry for him tommorrow

But he's a lucky man today



She will always be gone, but she won't always make the ride go on and on

She will always drive fast, but she won't always make the long drive last



One day she showed up at my house

She said, "Wanna get away?

Wanna go to Indiana?

Lot of music there, they say"



I've never been back since

I bought a car and I call it home

I still miss the diner on Main Street

Miss walking down the old post road



You can always be gone, but you can't always make the ride go on and on

You can always drive fast, but you can't always make the long drive last